My rant is: I am un-cheerful. So there. Just tell me a effing joke;).
I like Groucho when I am grouchy.
A priest, a minister and a rabbi walk into a bar.
The Buddhist monk ducks.
I don’t know if you’re old enough to remember the Carol Burnett Show, but Tim Conway was famous for going off script in their skits. My favorite was one that he completely hijacked twice.
None of the other cast members even try to keep a straight face.
Point.
Let’s see if this cheers you up, Beckdawrek. Donald (the America-hating fuckstick) Trump is a mortal man and will one day be dead.
I just watched it with the sound off. When Vickie Lawrence delivered her bombshell, it was like the sofa literally EXPLODED.
Ah. That does it, now I am positively cheery. 
That was always my favorite part of the Carol Burnett Show: the way they always tried to crack each other up.
IME, and I take a lot of drives on Saturday mornings, most bicyclists are perfectly lovely people. It’s only The One on the Left who is a total douche. You know: that guy who isn’t just most to the left of the group, but one or two yards further to the center than everybody else, gesticulating, pointing at stuff, spending as much time looking to the side as a driver in a movie, zigzagging like those drivers would if they truly were in a moving car…
Gee, I think my phone contract must be reaching the end of the “can’t change suppliers” period (can’t remember the correct name for that right now). I received five calls from my vendor in one week, offering all sorts of lovely, lovely new shiny phones and other bling. One of them was even finally able to fix my SMSs, which had been broken for two months despite multiple calls to customer care. I’m not even counting the calls from other vendors. It’s nice to have that unintended alert but I think my coworkers wouldn’t mind a bit less ringing.
Played Pathfinder (D&D 3.75) today, two back to back sessions.
My nasty brutal left temple stress headache flared up. Fucker nearly puts me on the ground when it happens.
Of course, reason I was getting stressed were two guys consistently taking 5-10+ minutes every fucking turn to do anything. We got to 4pm and I said it was time to cut that back and get moving, because we needed to be done at 4:30. Of course, no they couldn’t get their shit together and spend other people’s turns figuring out what to do, so at 4:30, we’ve only gone 2 rounds because THOSE TWO WON’T FUCKING SHUT UP. I got pretty pissed off and started making statements about 'No 5-10 minute turns, just fucking DO something!" and cutting them off when they’d start asking questions about if they could do oddball things. No, shut the fuck up and hit the bad guy. We need to end this game.
I’ve been playing D&D for 40 years (come June) and that is my single greatest pet peeve in the game. Know your character, be ready when your turn comes. Your turn is not your turn to socialize for 10 minutes before someone else’s turn comes.
For the last several days, I’ve had a nagging, butterflies in the stomach, something awful is about to happen feeling.
No idea why.
Were you the DM, or just a party member?
I’ve got a big, fat rant I’ve been storing up all weekend. Social media + kids = louder voices for assholes and the clueless.
So here’s what happened. Friday night, I drop my son off for a camping trip with scouts. Then I grab my daughter and we head over to the school for a movie night where one of the other parents sidles up to me to talk to something she’s concerned about. We each have a kid in my daughter’s class and in my son’s class.
Come to find out, one of my son’s “friends” posted a photo of my sons saying he he was gay and that he “loves the boys for the sex.” What the ever-loving fuck? They’re 11! My son’s isn’t allowed on social media, so he probably had no idea, and since he was out of town, he didn’t answer one of his friend’s texts that he should download snapchat.
Anyway, the mom texts this kid’s mom, asking her to have him take it down. She sends me the mom’s phone number, which I call. And thank god she was sufficiently pissed off or I’m not sure what I would’ve done. Anyway, she had no idea her son had snapchat, shared that this isn’t the first time he’s gotten in trouble for this and tried to tell me that her son let her know my son was ok with it. Given that my son doesn’t even know how social media really works, I highly doubt that.
Regardless, the kid is in deep shit with his family presumably and his mom is making him come over today to apologize. Because of that and because it’s the right thing to do and I don’t know what kind of shit he’s going to take tomorrow even though it was already taken down, I get the pleasure of telling my son what happened. I have no idea how to approach this. “I’m sorry, babe. Your friend is a little shit with a megaphone called snapchat. Try not to hang around this guy even though he hangs around with your other friends.”
I’ve got several problems with this whole situation in no particular order:
- This kid should not be using the term gay as an insult. I’d hoped we were done with that last decade.
- My son thinks this kid is his friend, and while there’s a chance he knows about this, I’m pretty sure the kid is lying to save his ass, and it breaks my heart to have to tell him that the kid isn’t his friend and that just one moment of someone else’s thoughtlessness can cause him grief for weeks. I hate that he has to think about this situation until tomorrow when he finds out who did or didn’t see the post and who will or will not be an asshole about it.
- If this kid has done this before, why does he even own a phone? His mom said he’s not only been in detention but suspended several times. She tried to tell me that he just doesn’t understand how this could hurt someone. Really?
Anyway, I feel sick about this whole thing. I’m glad my son was camping this weekend. He called me once because he was having such a good time he wanted to share it with me. I hate that I have to have this conversation later, but I’m glad for him that he got to enjoy such a wonderful weekend before some little shit could ruin it.
SO sorry you’re going through this, and I hope your son can deal with it.
But wait, why does your son have to be involved? I mean: “his mom is making him come over today to apologize”? If this kid DIDN’T Snapchat your son, and your son didn’t even see this, why subject him to this kid’s awkward sorta-apology/mea culpa/tribunal/Spanish Inquisition? Why don’t you just tell the mom “Look, my son wasn’t involved, so you can skip our house.”
Maybe it’s too late and you’ve already had The Guilt Tour stop by your house, but I’d be in “Protecting My Kid” mode (in this case “Protecting him from the drama of other screwed-up families” mode…).
Cleaning the house today, with my fingers crossed for both those kids. Keep us posted!
Thanks. I talked to my son today and he told me he did know about it and asked the kid several times not to post the photo to snapchat but the kid in question did it anyway because “he said he was joking.” I was on the fence about the apology as well and definitely have no plans to encourage it. If they do it, ok - hopefully the kid is embarrassed enough that it doesn’t happen again. If they don’t come over, even better, because I really don’t know what to say to something like that. I refuse to say, “Oh, it’s okay, just don’t do it again,” because it never should’ve happened in the first place, but I don’t know what I can say to someone else’s kid when I think they’re an asshole.
I told my son that if he does come over, he doesn’t have to tell the other kid it’s fine because it’s not fine. I also told him that ordinarily I’d let him figure it out, but that this was one area where parents should probably be notified. As “luck” would have it, it turns out his snapchat was filled with comments about women’s breasts, sex and making fun of other kids, so it sounds like they have a whole other set of issues to deal with.
^^I was gonna say that. These kind of kids usually have other incidents on their back. But, I wouldn’t count on the parents to punish. They obviously have no control over his behaviour. I would bring it up to the school. If he has had a phone on school property and the time stamps show during school hours, it could be deemed punishable cyber-bullying.
UPDATE: The correct answer was “really bad gall bladder!” I had a lot of pain every night since Tuesday, and Friday night was truly awful, with all the antacids not touching the pain. I had enough at six in the morning and we went back to emerg. I was in bad shape; I could barely walk and was kind of spasming a little from the pain. They finally did an ultrasound, and my gall bladder was in nasty shape. By four o’ clock I was in the recovery room after having my gall bladder out. The surgeon’s description of it was, “horribly distended and full of stones.” :eek:
Post-script: this whole adventure cost us $24 in parking fees, and there will be no bills in the mail. 
I have IBS as well, and pickled things seem to be really gut-friendly. Hearing that pickle juice helps with acid reflux doesn’t really surprise me.
We’ve been Pathfinding now for about a year, and you have my total sympathy. My group is great, but we do have one guy who will NOT shut up; dude, the DM is giving us critical information. Now is the time for listening, not jabbering!
Just a party member.
Frag 'em.
(if you’d said you were the DM, I would have suggested “Rocks fall. Everybody dies.”)